Being the Etiquette Expert in the family (God help us), Rob asked me last night what was the earliest time in the morning one might be able to run a riding mower. I mulled it over and confidently proclaimed that on a Sunday morning, 9:00am was the earliest he could start his engine. On a weekday, 8:15am. I was proud and certain that I had given just the right advice.
Then, just a bit ago, at barely after 8:00am on a cloudy but dry Sunday morning, I heard Rob call out, “HEY!! They can SHOOT but I can’t MOW??”
Yes, much like a morning rooster, our redneck neighbor kids decided to ring in the new day with a few rifle sightings. Rob’s now demanding a chart of what activities can be done at what times on what days so as to remain a friendly country neighbor. I’ve consulted my Emily Post tome and regret that she doesn’t have a section for either boondock living or rednecks. Upon further reflection, I guess the section would only really be one sentence: Whoever has the biggest gun wins.
Rob will be mowing this afternoon.
3 comments:
What time for "loud, sustained booming noises?"
Ah, loud sustained booming noises. Around 9, 9:15. At least in L.A. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
man, I was going to say that!
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